a sound so eerie
a dreaded voice
stuck in this grate
i really haven't got a choice
but to stay here
with my nebulous sight
and a mordant fear
where it's always night
an onrush of the mob
will bring dodgers to the ground
they will callously kill
everyone they see
a prisoner like me
(will / won't) outlast
conflagration
coined by a thief
i saw him coming
but i was captured by the chief
it's ok here
at least i'm alive
though my precious thoughts are
intimidated by the cadence of the howl
i cannot foretell
what i can forethought
i cannot forbid
my self to loathe
i'm cadaverous
can't help bu fulminate
what is happening
what the fuck
i won't outlast
i won't outlast
i will not outlast
i will not outlast
i will not outlast
i will not outlast
2004.07.23_O06-07_deep and profound choice
